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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Angelina For A Day...

I've been sitting here fantasizing working at Angelina for a day... Just for one day. How bad could that be? I know I'd be really terrific in the pastry brigade - Just let me at em! Miam! Lift that tarte citron - tote that tray. But carrying heavy trays laden chocolat chaud up stairs does not appeal to moi...pas de toute! I think I'd stick to busing if you don't mind... After all, Angelina is a still life painters dream... Utterly dreamy non? Perhaps I'd carry a little black Moleskinedans ma poche for quickie sketches between trays...

I'd tuck a twisted lemon peel in my pocket to give those still lifes a more Dutchie-look like this Pieter Claesz painting - pourquoi pas?

Dear Carol,Your watercolor, Fortnam & Mason Tea Time arrived in perfect condition and I could not be more pleased with it. It is being matted and framed now and will be a birthday present for my wife; each item in it will have a special meaning for her and make her smile with delight.

If I worked at Angelina's I fear their profit margin would be non-existent ~ I would have to try one of everything, and I wouldn't be able to elegantly carry the trays up the stairs like the waitress in your pic. ....Pas-de-tout!! ~Dianne~

Thanks for the Angelina boost, Carol. I have shamefully been to Paris 3 times and never, dare I say it, never set a foot or a longing glance at Angelina. Again, another place you have made me put on my list. But the real reason for my comment is that your picture with Marmaduke is fabulous. YOu look great and your hair is fantastic! Blogher was definitely "happenin'" Happy blogging to you, Carol.

Ramadan starts tomorrow...how an earth will i read your delicious blog everyday when i'm fasting???.......torture!I wish i was a rich heiress who could get daddy to fire up the jet everytime i had a hankering for angelina's!!

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♥carol gillott♥

l'Ile Saint Louis, Paris, Ile de France, France

Hi I'm Carol Gillott,
My Mom taught me watercolors at 5. I'm still at it, now tripping over cobblestones, living in a 6th-floor garret on l'Ile Saint-Louis, Paris. Savor Parisbreakfast with a hot chocolate and croissant.
I paint Paris dreams.